Party Hearty

  

Near empty bottles

Strewed along the floor

A few drip what remains

Of yesterday’s joy.

The carpet soaked

With voluntary haze

But the wet stench

Is all too much.

Dry vomit sticks

To the couch

From drunken words

Becoming all too real.

I know I am to blame,

I was addicted to

Her wild like ways

Knowing she’d never stay

To clean the mess she made.

I am to blame for

Ignoring my own advice,

I partied hearty

So now I will pay

With this emotional hangover

And the mess made of my soul.

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

It is those YUK, PUKE moments that forever stay etched in our memory as part of a relationship gone "sour"....forgive the pun. Your description of a relationship that is reflected in times of hearty party is vivid, and well described. And, even though you speak of awareness of the ways of the other, it is still hard to let go of these ways at times...to the point of being addicted to her ways! That is strong!

[Stacey Watts]

Wow well done. So many times we get into these things. We sacrifice our hearts and play the games of love. The only when you sober up and wise up you realize the mistakes made. Excellent job.

[SM Davis]

Imagery here is strong and astute. I like the open endedness of this which makes the reader question at the end "well which was it?" Was it love, or the sometimes more painful wonderfully huge heart that cleans up the mess of others and gets burned? Well done!

[An owl on the moon]

This has such an amazing write, capturing the vividly painful loss of one once so dear. As Lizanne mentions, your poem works on several levels to convey your message. So powerful...

[Lizanne]

This could be taken two different ways. You (being used in a general term) had one heck of a one night stand and now have to clean up the mess that was left behind. Or in helping to pick up the pieces of someone's life you fell for them and now find yourself in an emotionally wrecked scenerio. You have the emotional devastation left behind from this relationship to clean up. And as a "reccerer", this scene will be repeated over and over and over...................................................and over.....................Just my interp, nothing else. As always with you, geat writing.